Here’s something kind of silly that I came up with last night. Hope you enjoy. 
“Who will help me pick the wheat?” asked the little red hen.
“Not I,” said the Antagonist. “In fact, I’ll make sure you don’t get done!”
“Not I,” said the Contagonist. “I’d just get in your way.”
“Who will help me mill the wheat?” asked the little red hen.
“Not I,” said the Reasoner. “Hens can’t work mills. Helping you would be illogical.”
“Not I,” said the Skeptic. “I don’t think you’ll ever get it done.”
“Who will help me bake the bread?” asked the little red hen.
“Not I,” said the Emotioner. “Baking is boring! I’d much rather do something fun!”
“Not I,” said the Sidekick. “But I’ll cheer you on! That counts for something, right?”
“Who will help me eat the bread?” asked the little red hen.
“We will!!” said all the Archetypes.
“You should share with everyone; it’s the right thing to do,” said the Guardian.
“I will not. If you do not help in the process, you do not receive any of the result.” And she ate all the bread herself.